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| Day 2. Identity |
Dylan. His name.
This was the temporary name plate on his grave.
In a way we were lucky. I was a little over 22 weeks pregnant when we lost Dylan. This meant that by Belgian law, it was a stillbirth and not a miscarriage. This meant that Dylan was registered at the commune. We had to give him a name, we had to have a funeral.
Officially, I have three children.
Today that means a lot to me.
My son has an identity.
Of course he does, that is so beautiful.... xoxo my dear!
ReplyDeletebeautiful photo too....